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I was born one day before Saint Pat

I guess a nigga miss luck just like that

Henry Ford, not even one mile from motown

Explains all the soul that you hear in my sound

A ten minute ride to Linwood, I begun my mama first son

Look what I become, a wee hit with words

This ain't no Reggie cause the flame rise from Oakland

I used to play with pistols and crackhouses

Get to school just to fuck bitches on dirty couches, abandoned houses

Find one with the lights on it, landlord came pulled the hook and locks on it

Money I'm plotting on it I put the block on it, I'm gonna get it

Fold deep, no shocks on it

Rep the D cause it's all I know